drainage
"Never trust something that bleeds for five days and doesn’t die." --Ancient redneck proverb.
I've spent the past few days bleeding, doubled-over, dizzy, bleeding, nauseous, tired, and bleeding. But I probably deserved that, didn't I? After all, who spent the last two years blissfully period-free? Who didn't bother to get it corrected because she'd hated her period from the moment the Judy Blume luster of menarche wore off? Who rationalized it by saying that she'd be saving money and the environment by not going crazy every month or so? Who basically shrugged her shoulders and sighed that she wasn't using that part of her body ever anyway, so bleeding was useless? Me, me, me, and me. And the bill had finally come due, so I had to pay up--plus interest.
Fortunately, the worst is finally over. I'm walking upright, taking meals, and feeling a lot less dead now. I'm also not bleeding nearly as much as I was. I can do stuff again! However, I'm not about to rush into catching up on the things I wasn't able to do--I'm going to ease into this. After all, this could just be a false alarm.
But you know what? The two years of freedom were worth the four days of hell. While this was the worst period I've had in a few years, it was also the only period I've had in that time--and on par with the worst of my regular periods. It was also not nearly as bad as my worst Ulcerative Colitis flare-ups. Can you really blame me for taking advantage of a sweet deal like this? Can you blame me for hoping my period doesn't come back for another two years?
I've spent the past few days bleeding, doubled-over, dizzy, bleeding, nauseous, tired, and bleeding. But I probably deserved that, didn't I? After all, who spent the last two years blissfully period-free? Who didn't bother to get it corrected because she'd hated her period from the moment the Judy Blume luster of menarche wore off? Who rationalized it by saying that she'd be saving money and the environment by not going crazy every month or so? Who basically shrugged her shoulders and sighed that she wasn't using that part of her body ever anyway, so bleeding was useless? Me, me, me, and me. And the bill had finally come due, so I had to pay up--plus interest.
Fortunately, the worst is finally over. I'm walking upright, taking meals, and feeling a lot less dead now. I'm also not bleeding nearly as much as I was. I can do stuff again! However, I'm not about to rush into catching up on the things I wasn't able to do--I'm going to ease into this. After all, this could just be a false alarm.
But you know what? The two years of freedom were worth the four days of hell. While this was the worst period I've had in a few years, it was also the only period I've had in that time--and on par with the worst of my regular periods. It was also not nearly as bad as my worst Ulcerative Colitis flare-ups. Can you really blame me for taking advantage of a sweet deal like this? Can you blame me for hoping my period doesn't come back for another two years?